After Agreeing to Go on a Parenting Show With My Omega Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 48

Draw Inferences from One Instance¹

After Yu Luo woke up, she vaguely remembered doing something a bit out of line in her daze.

But the content of the dream was too passionate, so much so that it swallowed that interlude along with it, blurring the boundary between reality and dream.

However, at this very moment, as she looked at her topless self in the mirror, at the crimson fingerprint on the snow-white fullness of her front, she suddenly recalled the details of that instant.

So it wasn’t in a dream.

Her gaze felt as if it was scalded by the fingerprint, and the slight pain and pleasure from the moment of being forcefully gripped surfaced in her mind.

A pink flush appeared at the roots of her ears. She lowered her head and put her clothes on properly, carefully buttoning them up.

Just as she was about to leave, she lowered her eyes and saw a few more blood-stained tissues in the bathroom trash can.

“Hiss……” Yu Luo’s brows knitted slightly, heartache appearing in her eyes.

Provoking someone to the point of a nosebleed twice in one day, did she tease her a bit too hard?

A world where only the innocent little puppy gets hurt has appeared.

She tiptoed out of the bathroom. The person furiously writing at the desk was still sitting upright, completely unaware of her movements after getting up.

Yu Luo stood behind Qi Song, her gaze falling on the young woman’s handwriting, her eyes becoming a bit deeper.

After lingering for a moment, she nonchalantly moved her gaze away and saw the book Qi Song was copying. The header on the page read “Clear Heart Sutra.”

She was somewhat amused.

“Benefactor², is this the Clear Heart Sutra?”

A clear and cool voice suddenly sounded from behind her, and Qi Song’s heart jumped in alarm. The pen in her hand was not held steady, and with a thud, it fell onto the desk, along with her breath.

The roots of Qi Song’s ears grew hot as she heard the woman continue to tease her leisurely, saying her thoughts were turbid.

She couldn’t refute it at all.

In the intervals of copying a sutra, she couldn’t help but savor it countless times.

But, when a normal person encounters this kind of situation, they wouldn’t be able to treat it as a common matter, right?

Qi Song didn’t dare to turn her head, but Yu Luo moved a chair and sat down beside her.

“You’ve already had two nosebleeds today…… Let Jiejie take a look.” Yu Luo reached out and gently pinched her chin, turning it to the right to make her face her.

She looked carefully and asked gently, “Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”

Qi Song met her gaze, trying to hide the panic in her eyes, and answered calmly in a small voice: “No.”

However, it seemed to be in vain. The next second, the woman said with a light laugh, “Why do you look so flustered?”

Qi Song’s breath trembled.

She couldn’t bear to meet Yu Luo’s gaze for the time being. She subconsciously turned her head to look at the desk, her gaze sweeping over the handwriting she had just copied.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Everyone’s handwriting is extremely imbued with personal characteristics.

In the original owner’s memories of the past two years, Qi Song had not seen the style of her daily writing, only obtaining her signature from memories of signing some contracts.

The original owner’s signature design was somewhat similar to Qi Song’s before she transmigrated into the book, but there were also obvious differences. Therefore, before signing the kid variety show contract, Qi Song had even practiced the original owner’s signature.

But when copying the sutra, she hadn’t deliberately imitated the handwriting—after all, there was no model to imitate.

Qi Song heard her own heart beating extremely fast, drumming noisily in the quiet air.

Having grown to her twenties, one’s handwriting has often already taken a fixed form, at most producing some minor deviations. With Yu Luo’s familiarity with the original owner, she could probably tell at a glance that her handwriting was off.

From the corner of her eye, she sensed the woman also looking towards the paper on the desk. Qi Song’s hand hanging at her side couldn’t help but clench the corner of her clothes, her heart feeling as if it were suspended high up.

In her difficult breathing, with no way out, she tentatively probed: “My handwriting……”

“Has improved,” Yu Luo commented in a natural tone.

Qi Song was slightly taken aback.

Her suspended heart fell. At first, she felt a bit deflated—perhaps subconsciously hoping Yu Luo could distinguish between her and the original owner based on the handwriting.

But what followed immediately was a heavy confusion.

Has improved? Meaning her handwriting and the original owner’s were not very different, but there had been progress.

Qi Song still remembered how she had practiced step by step to form her now unique script before transmigrating. When copying just now, in order to divert her attention, she had written the characters with extra seriousness, each stroke and line condensing the results of many years of calligraphy practice.

The original owner’s could actually be similar to hers?

In a subtle sense of strangeness, Qi Song suddenly felt she was faintly touching something, but there was still a layer of ethereal cloth in the way—the overly clear and smooth memories from before she transmigrated made it temporarily difficult for her to see clearly.

Still missing something.

On the large bed behind them, Taotao woke up, calling for people in a milky voice.

Qi Song came back to her senses. Seeing Yu Luo get up to go and get the cub ready, she reached out and took Yu Luo’s arm, “Let me, you rest well.”

The new nursery director, Ren Zhi, happened to come over to pick up Taotao.

She saw that Qi Song’s complexion was normal, her exposed skin fair and smooth, not at all like someone who had just been indulgent with their own Omega heat-period. Even her pheromones were very stable.

She couldn’t help but be slightly surprised.

“You two are usually so clingy, yet you’re so restrained during this special period?” she laughed straightforwardly, but was pinched on the arm by Jiang Yin at her side and immediately shut her mouth.

Youyou had already consciously taken Taotao’s hand. The group of four went downstairs for the recording.

Qi Song watched the receding figures of the several people and suddenly felt a chill on her back.

“Guess, will they think we’re platonic, or will they think we’ve bed-died*³ *at a young age?”

The woman’s clear and cool voice sounded leisurely.

Qi Song’s throat tightened.

She had just closed the door and turned around when she saw Yu Luo press forward against her, followed by a momentary wet, stinging pain on the side of her neck.

She had been bitten.

Qi Song’s breath trembled, and she struggled to hold back a sound.

Yu Luo pulled her body away, looking at her own work with some satisfaction, and said understandingly, “Seeing as you’ve had two nosebleeds and look so pitiful, I’ll let you off this time.”

“But next time, it might be for real,” she added lightly. “I suggest you review your lessons in advance.”

Qi Song forgot to blink for a moment.

For real? What counts as for real.

Seeing the proper contract gradually go off course, speeding down the road of selling her body, unable to be pulled back, Qi Song couldn’t figure out for a moment how things had developed and evolved.

Gazing at the young woman before her with clear eyes, looking overly innocent, an idea suddenly stirred in Yu Luo’s mind.

She unhurriedly took Qi Song’s right hand and observed it carefully.

Qi Song was somewhat baffled.

“……Some people on the surface seem to not understand anything, to have forgotten everything, yet their hands are always ready.” Yu Luo raised an eyebrow lightly, glancing at a certain person neither lightly nor heavily.

Qi Song’s eyelashes fanned slightly.

She subconsciously looked at her own fingertips and suddenly remembered something.

When she usually cut her nails, she always trimmed them very neatly. She paid special attention to the index and middle fingers of her right hand. After cutting and polishing them until they were smooth, she would even scrape them against the tender skin on the back of her hand to test for any sharpness.

She didn’t know when this habit had formed, but she had persisted with it for many years. She had thought to herself that it was probably just for the convenience of daily skincare and makeup application.

However, at this very moment, under the woman’s meaningful gaze, she felt she had reason but couldn’t explain it clearly.

——No matter how you looked at it, this was an Alpha observing Alpha-morality for their Omega, worried about hurting the other party during the process of pleasure.

“I was actually doing it for……” Qi Song wanted to make an effort for her own innocence.

However, the moment she opened her mouth, Yu Luo looked over with great interest, her eyes full of the amusement of “let me see how you plan to argue your way out of this.”

“……” Qi Song gave up the effort.

She simply took a few steps forward, lifted Yu Luo up horizontally, and in the other’s uncomprehending daze, gently tossed her onto the bed.

The mattress was extremely springy, and Yu Luo’s body even bounced a few times.

Compared to the usual cautiousness, the unexpected action of “tossing” seemed to please her somewhat. The woman’s eyes and brows were tinged with a bit of delight.

Qi Song immediately lowered her head, giving a tooth for a tooth⁴, and bit back on the delicate skin of Yu Luo’s neck.

“En……” Yu Luo did not hold back her voice like she had, but instead accidentally let out a small whimper.

During the heat period, the slight pain from this kind of action was actually pleasure.

Between slightly rushed pants, before Yu Luo had come back to her senses, she felt the hem of her top being lifted, followed by a scorching itch on her waist and abdomen.

She bit her lip, unable to bear it, her eyelashes trembling lightly, feeling the young woman reviewing old knowledge with the ease of a light cart on a familiar road⁵.

A moment later, Qi Song released Yu Luo.

Amidst a racing heartbeat, she withdrew her gaze from the red plum blossoms⁶ blooming on the woman’s snow-white, slender waist, and her voice was slightly hoarse when she spoke: “Now they won’t think we’ve bed-died……”

The corners of Yu Luo’s eyes were red, her eyes held a mist, and she looked at her, somewhat lost in a daze.

After gradually coming back to her senses, she closed her eyes and slowly hooked her lips.

“Let’s not talk about how the strawberries⁷ on my waist would be seen.”

Yu Luo said slowly: “Qi Song, how is it that whatever Jiejie teaches, that’s all you know how to do?”

The sudden dominance and initiative just now had indeed brought her pleasure. However, upon closer inspection, it was all problems she had assigned and explained in detail.

“You have been a smart and outstanding student since you were little.”

Yu Luo lifted her foot, the jade-like, fair tip of her foot lightly stepping on Qi Song’s knee as she knelt by the bed, rubbing it neither lightly nor heavily.

In Qi Song’s heavy breathing, she let out a light laugh and continued:

“Next time, don’t forget to draw inferences from one instance.”

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The author has something to say:

The author’s note at the end of the last chapter was an interaction, not a preview! But option C isn’t far off. This kind of plot really won’t be scarce in the middle and later stages of this text, I’m not a clean-romance⁸ person. But the little puppy needs to first realize who she is—to love the other person completely before possessing them, that’s what fits pure love, so don’t be too anxious (pats)

This installment of the variety show ends here. The pace will speed up a bit later, striving to finish in early September (dreaming)

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